I'm Laurie, but as the kids were little it came out as Aunt Hory.
But I got to tell you this. My mom was short, skinny and looked like Judge Judy. Now, picture Judge Judy with a very short, curly perm. It was the time of the poodle perms.
Anyway, my mom was aunt Helen. UNTIL, we were all at my aunts' house and the kids were watching Tarzan. On Tarzan there were some pygmies. Well guess what, my older cousin started calling my mom Aunt Pygmy. So everyone started calling her Pygmy.
The same cousin was in a car wreck and was hospitalized for a couple days and at one point was calling out for my mom. Did she call for Aunt Helen, no, she was calling for Aunt Pygmy.
No one had any idea who she needed, so over the intercom this confused nurse was asking if there was a Pygmy in the hospital. My mom instantly knew who they were talking about and went to find out what was going on. I think the whole hospital was laughing about that.
Tired yet, wait there's more, sorry Jason.
One of the cousins was too little to say Pygmy, so it came out Piggy. From then on my mom was known as Aunt Piggy. Guess what she ended up collecting. Whenever someone would see a cute, or ugly pig knick knack, they would buy it for my mom. She was buried with her favorite pig. A beanbag, lifesized, baby pig.